Quick Transmigration: The Host is Soft and Sweet

But for a moment, a tent as small and cute as its owner appeared in front of everyone.

"Wow!"

Xiang Xing's soft eyes lit up, he whimpered excitedly, and circled the finished small tent several times.

Dian Dian trotted to Yan Heng again, smiled sweetly, and gave him a small bow, "Thank you, General Yan."

"..."

Yan Heng looked down at her slightly, and continued to be silent for a while.

Suddenly, he turned slightly sideways, and there was a little awkwardness on his handsome face with perfect contours.

"...It should be regarded as repaying the grace of your salvation for the brothers."

His voice was hoarse and very light.

"Um?"

Xiang Xing didn't hear very clearly, so he couldn't help but take two steps forward and raised his head.

Soft eyes blinked, "General, what did you just say?"

"……cough."

Yan Heng coughed slightly unnaturally, and glanced back at her.

His eyes twitched slightly, "Nothing."

"All right……"

Hearing this, the little guy only responded lightly, and there seemed to be a bit of loss in his soft voice.

These two faint words deserve a cold-faced general who has been on the battlefield for many years, and his heart is inexplicably confused.

He couldn't help staring at the past again.

But I saw the girl pursing her pink lips, turned around silently, opened the small tent and got in.

After a while, the dim light lit up in the tent, and I saw the little figure sitting alone in it, and didn't seem to want to rest.

The man paused, and his heart suddenly softened a little.

He thought for a while, but sighed lightly and walked to the tent door.

He leaned down and opened the curtain slightly.

He didn't look inside, just left a very light word.

"It's getting late, you should rest early."

"Well?"

Xiang Xing raised his soft eyes blankly and looked at the sound.

But I only saw the slightly swaying curtain, and heard a sound of armor colliding with each other.

Soon, the surrounding noise gradually subsided.

Xiang Xing did not plan to go to sleep immediately.

Instead, he took out a small blank scroll from his carry-on bag and unfolded it gently under the candlelight.

Afterwards, he tilted his head and carefully recalled the difficult things that would happen next in the plot.

Write them down carefully.

Seeing how she was biting her pink lips and taking notes carefully, the crested cane leaning on the side couldn't help sighing and complaining silently.

[How do I think that you are doing this, not so much as a prophecy, but people think that you are betraying with information...]

[Isn't that good? ]

The little guy smiled without raising his head.

The left hand clenched it confidently, [I am so honest, can I always influence him? ]

[I do not know……]

Duck duck spread out his wings silently and went to sleep by himself.

...

Xiang Xingyi was busy until the fourth watch, and finally filled the small scroll.

After checking it, she tutted a few times with satisfaction, carefully rolled it up, and put it in her arms.

Just turned off the lights and fell down.

At that time, in the general's tent not far from the small tent, Yan Heng was still sitting by the window, studying the military book.

Suddenly seeing the shimmer in the corner of his eyes that had been affecting him gradually dimmed, the man seemed to feel something and glanced at it subconsciously.

The tense brows relaxed.

The last candle in the entire camp was finally extinguished.

...

Early the next morning, the entire camp gradually woke up.

The little guy also got up early, and after cleaning up, he ran out in a jiffy, preparing to pack the tent by himself.

good evening~

Thank you for bringing salt for myself, I want to be a hot girl, garbled gentleman, Moon, Mo Ran, love, Lu Heqing's reward~